Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1887-03-25

handled cane. he tapped the toes of his
boots leisurely. as though he were in no
particular hurry about any thing. War
rem fixed his eyes ON him moment and
became more impatient,-can not the
agent work on the abstract this morn
ing? CThc agent has not worked an
hour in the last week on the ahstraot)
No, the agent says he has another
matter to attend to this morning. and
1t will not be at all convenient. War
rem Is more impatient, and if he had the
authority would hunt up another agent.
After pacing the floor moment or two.
strangers come in to talk on business.
and Warren goes out, Goes to his
hotel in no very amiable frame of mind.
People sometimes lover do" thing,
As Western folks say. In this case the
enemies of Helen Lakeman and Warren
Stuart, in their earnest seal, had ear
ried their point u little too far Halle
Arnold was triumphant ut having
exposed that bold-faced hired girl to the
world. Never did game cock crow
over aNanquiShed enemy more than she
did At the girls fall
Il guess thiS'll learn Warren Stuart a
lesson" she said To herself. Hell
know hereafter how to slight respect
able girls for u pot Singer
She longed 70 tell Warren herself.
But Halle had too much sense to write
TO him. He should hear it all, hut not
through her, She would find an on,-
miSSary to do her work for her After
taking several in her mind and drop
ping them, she finally fixed ON Bill
Jones wife. the keeper of the poor
house. Sallie Jones was acquainted
with Warren, could write ~ tolcrahle
hand, and was the very person to
break the news. Instead of waiting
for Warren to return home, or hear thc
story from some one else, she got Sal
Jones To write to him.
The next morning, after Warrcn'S
last visit To the agent. he received a
letter addressed i'll 4 strange SCrawGug
hand. 1t was mailed ut Newton. and,
puzzled to know who il WAS from. he
broke it open He read it about half
through. and sank into chair grnauing.
while the letter dropped ut his feet. He
was alone in his room. After u few
moment she again seized the letter and.
read II through. 1t was - follows:
''NEwTON May ----, Is.
Mister Warren Stuart, recl,iu YOU will he
surprised to git lettur from me, hut have not
furgot You thot would rite an tell YOU the
muse, yur folks is well. Halle Arnold is sul the
beu. ours town fellers are a most dcd fur her
but we know she don't want en-. that hired girl
OF yur mans turned out bad She got 50 had
yur folks had 10 drive her of, an then She went
mite with strange fCller to MiStur Aruold's
an stole som money an juelry, now they hey got
her in jalc, an the little boy We are kecpiu' no
moar at present. Hop you will be home sumo.
Gurd hi yur friend, SALIN JONES"
Warren arose, crushing the badly
written, badly spelled cpistlc in his
hands. lllitcrate rs the letter WAS.
there was 4 depth of shrewducSs in it
which he knew did not belong to Sally
Jones. He paced the floor II moment.
and then his resolution was formed.
Noble fellow-thc darts of Islander found
no vulnerable point in his armor of
faith i'll the poor girl innoccacc. The
long silence, the fact that he received
no letters, this unnecessary journey,
convinced him that there was a deep
conspiracy. He seized his hat and
valisc, paid his hotel bill, which left
him with tifty-iive cents in his pocket.
He walked down the street to a shop.
where three brass balls indicated the
business carried on within there he
pawned his gold watch for twenty dol
lars, and hurried away to the depot
He bought ticket to Stratton, which
was only forty miles from Newton.
At Stratton he must change cars, but
he was assured that the connection was
close. Filled with anxiety, and har-
raised by doubts and Gears, Warren
travelled all day and all the following
night. He did not take n sleeping
coach, because his limited means would
not allow this luxury. Occasionally he
dozcd as the train Numbered along over
rolling prairics, forest gladcs and down
the beautiful valleys. The moon was
riding high in the heavens, and the
stars twinkled upon the earth. He
wondered if there could be any truth in
"Sal's" letter Again and again he
asked himself: How is this all to end
will be enabled to save her from dis
grace?"
At sunrise the next morning the
train arrived ut Stratton. Our hero
got off and asked the first man he saw
how soon the first train to Newton
would come in.
ut is six hours late, sir, and will not
be here before twelve or one o'clock, "
the junction agent answered.
Although half wild with delay, our
hero could do nothing but wait. As he
was going into the dining hall he ran
against Pete, the pcddler.
Hello, Warren, ye're just here in a
nick o time" said Pete. Did We hear
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